I'm going to kill 3 birds with one stone. It'll go a little something like THIS:
#1 Homecoming
#2 The Stud and Football Take 2:
Which leads me to this kid...
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(That's an arrow if you can't tell...)
It was a year ago this weekend Chadd headed to the Police Academy. I remember laying in his brothers' guest bed BAWLING hysterically because I knew in a few hours I would be leaving him in Seattle and I'd be going home, alone. I remember feeling so overwhelmed with sadness. I knew he wasn't dying and that I'd see him in 5 days, but it was all a bit too much for this little (okay, okay)- large pregnant body could take. I've never seen Chadd cry before. He didn't shed a tear at our wedding, the birth of our son, NADA! It was comforting in a way to know I wasn't the only one heart broken.
I remember driving home with his parents pouring thoughts into my journal. Then the dreaded moment of pulling up to our house... knowing that it was empty. There was no one there and wouldn't be anyone there. Once his parents left I sobbed. Not even a hope of pulling it together. I'm so thankful my parents knew I needed them. They came over for an hour or so which was of great comfort to me. I knew this was a good thing for our family and something that needed to be done. I had never felt devastation until then.
That's all I'll say further on this topic. Let's just say I'm sooo glad it's over and I have a husband again! Who... HAS A BIRTHDAY coming up on Wed!
Be on the look out for his birthday post!


2 comments:
That post brought back that awful feeling of Chad pulling away from our house every week! I hated it and am glad to hear I wasn't the only one that shed tears when he left. I wasn't even pregnant but I did have a 2 month old so maybe I can say I still had weird hormones:)
I feel like that whenever Rick leaves for training of any kind. Granted I have 3 boys to keep me busy, but it doesn't matter. I still moooooppppppp and cry! It's ok.
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